Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.